When embarking on fashioning a sequel, there’s usually two paths you can go down – either do something completely new or honor the original as
When embarking on fashioning a sequel, there’s usually two paths you can go down – either do something completely new or honor the original as
For all the glorious gifts it selflessly gave us, it’s still utterly unfathomable to me that ridiculously stylish vampire/western Near Dark isn’t as universally adored
The Coen Brothers are probably two most reliable filmmakers working today, but their output during the ’00 was uncharacteristically shakey. Starting the decade off with
During the golden years of the American Western, countless examples of gun slinging, cattle rearing, train robbing and every other rootin’, tootin’ trope of the
The Magnificent Seven, in many ways, is the perfect American western insofar that it takes its mythical (and borrowed) premise and infuses it with enough
I don’t think that I’m out of line suggesting that the previous, 1966 incarnation of The Magnificent Seven was anything but; however Return Of The
Rinse and repeat sequels have always had their pros and cons. For example, your leads and the world they operate in has already been established,
Anyone even remotely familiar with the knowledge that Italian exploitation producers treat copyright and trademark laws like something they’ve just scraped of the sole of
For the majority of casual western fans, the alpha and the omega of the Spaghetti Western is usually considered to be Sergio Leone’s legendary contributions
Expertly panel beating the plot of Akira Kurosawa’s Seven Samurai into a shape that could comfortably sustain cowpokes instead of sword swingers, The Magnificent Seven
Michael Mann is known as one of greatest directors of cops and robbers movies that’s ever set foot on a film set, and rightfully so
How many westerns have you watched where the lead character (usually played by the charismatic human sneer known as Clint Eastwood) strides into town and
Sometimes movies just get a bad rap for no other reason than they decided to do something a tad left field. Take the concluding chapter
The Western has always been a genre with one spurred boot firmly embedded in myth. Far too young to have a history littered with knights
After Clint Eastwood’s Man With No Name sauntered into town at the beginning of Sergio Leone’s A Fistful Of Dollars and super charged the Western
It doesn’t take much to invoke images of Clint Eastwood’s stoic, crafty, cigar gnawing anti-hero, The Man With No Name, but a quick blast of
Walter Hill’s desire to make almost everything he’s ever directed feel like an impossibly gritty western is well documented, but with his dusty, bullet casing
One of the most indelible images of the western is the sight of Clint Eastwood silently trotting into town while the simple townsfolk gawp at
There was a time there when Kevin Costner’s stabs at long, drawn-out epics were simply not doing it for the cinema going public. After he
I know there’s some out there who don’t want to hear it, but there’s more to Sam Raimi than the deranged pleasures of the Evil